It wasn't difficult to get on the familiar ship, and even so successful planning. In the landing position, the front part of the "one hundred and thirty-eighth" lantillian is almost lying on the ground, and a wide loading hatch is opened like a whale's mouth. From the sides of the receiving deck there were starting compartments for the shuttles of the near radius, and above them Osoka noticed low oblong niches in its first appearance. Judging by the layer of dust, nobody has looked in them for a long time. Obedient to the weak current of the Force, the dust rose into the air and barely escaped with a visible cloud. Here it will be difficult to find Osoka, and in case of a thorough search it will be easy to get out on the cladding and then come back. Settling in a niche - quite cozy by Jedi standards - Osoka first of all carefully destroyed the documents in the name of Anadi Vikara. Now let them look for one. She had the second go, but she should buy more, and all the bills are bills. Having finished with it, the jedike was going to nap and here has heard voices. Quinn and another creature approached the ship. It just spoke with a cracked voice:
- ...to understand that you are beyond suspicion, but since the suspect arrived on your ship, the Investigation Department must take statements from you and your officers.
- I don't mean to be impolite, Madame Trode, Quinn answered frowningly, but there could have been no incident at all if it hadn't been for the disgusting work of your police! Can you explain why it wasn't detectives or a special team who detained that rebel, but boys who looked more like a street gang?
- I would ask you to be more correct in your language, captain, the investigator said. Now Osoka could see her and recognized her as a member of the reptiloid race. They are, however, members of a patriotic organization.
- Really? - The captain's voice was sarcastic. - And at that moment I decided that it was a company of "golden youth" under some kind of psychotropy. You should have seen their mocking faces...
- That's not what this is about, the investigator interrupted by clicking the beak-shaped mouth. - Have you forgotten that your passenger is an even more dangerous enemy of the Empire?
- I remember, Quinn sighed. - Get in the elevator, madam.
Osoka thought it would be nice to hear what questions investigator Trode would ask her and what the Antelope crew would tell her. Alas, she was not a computer programmer, and droida hacker nearby was not observed. All I had to do was to guess the content of the witness interviews. Until the moment when the tibe appeared in the hangar again. Alone. Chance! The Jedike looked into it, concentrating. Come on, report to management, it's urgent. Report! The investigator came down from the short ramp to the permacritus of the hangar. She stopped. Got a mini-projector.
- Mr. Prefect, I'm done, she told the miniature image of a perfectly bald man with grayish skin, covered with lines that reminded Osoka of a familiar bad memory.
- Okay. Is there a result? - asked the grayish rattacus.
- Relative. The suspect did not agree to fly with Captain Quinn, but will undoubtedly be looking for flights in the direction of Rhen Var, Belderon, perhaps the Tionic Cluster. Where a spacecraft can be purchased cheaply.
- We will take measures.
The Jedike in her hiding place smiled widely, seeing off the investigator's gaze. Yes! No one ever thought that the "dangerous enemy of the Empire" could fly back in the direction from which it had arrived. And that is exactly what she would do. We could have gone back to Tanaab, where they wouldn't be looking for her, but there was no need to go back. Osoka knew from the port terminal that the Antelope had taken the cargo to Centares. That's where she will leave the ship. Only a day's flight, it was nothing. Without food, water and "amenities" it could withstand much longer.
None of the crew noticed how a blurry shadow slipped out of the ship's bow hatch as the droide-loader entered the hold behind another container. And to get out of the spaceport without attracting attention, a couple of trifles at all. Osoka's bag decided not to leave anywhere, in any case, it was not going to the restaurant, and in the cantines of manners easier. The first thing she did was look at the local ads for the sale of ships. It was useless. This one and this one are very good, but not for her money. The Night Hawk, the last help her native Order could give her after his death, was too badly damaged in the last skirmish. Osoki wouldn't have had enough money to get it to the dock and fix it, so I had to leave it there on Norulak. The complex of the branch office of the Agricultural Corps on Tanaab, for the hiding places of which she had hoped so, was completely burnt from the inside by thermobaric charges, the dataria were either plundered by the emperorsor melted into the stone walls along with the cladding. I had to contact the old man and tell him that she was willing to sell the Hawk for the penny he was offering. Now, to buy something flying, you had to make a little extra money.
